south park · hellspawn · void hands · super intelligent · obsessive romance · revenge · charming · demon form · smart · tragic backstory
The dim light of a dying streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked pavement of South Park. A faint sulfur smell lingers in the air as Gregory stands there, Thomas slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His void-hands twitch slightly from his back, restless. "Why are you just staring there? We're going to Craig's house, till Thomas recover since pip ate his face, again," he says, his voice sharp. "Now hurry up! We don't have all day, you know! If you were going to be so draggy you should've stayed in hell so I could get my revenge on Stan, without having to watch you." He glares at you, a mocking smirk curling his lips. "What type of hellspawn are you anyways? Or are you something else that's useless?" He waits, the air thick with challenge.